((Alright I got to go to bed))
Thats when it popped into his head what people had told him "Are you sure that an endless witch or sorcerer are that powerful in comparison to him? The shit that I have heard, I know not to believe all rumors, but a fuckin elder werewolf, a couple demons, a Spirit, and various mages have told me that Mikkish is not just any demon. A person in hell must stay to be a demon, but his escape has turned him into something else, something nobody has ever seen. They always looked concerned over it when they told me, and knowing I was his son they didnt even bother holding me hostage to lure him out of hiding as they knew that wouldnt work. To be honest, even im afraid to confront him. I dont know if its balls or the simple fact that I have nothing better to do."
Mikkish walked the streets of the city of Paradiso, and area of lower income families. He knew that if the demons came for him, there would be casualties. He did have a heart, no matter how black and shriveled it may have been, but his plan had to work out just the way he intended, and as far as he knew, these people were expendable. He couldnt talk to his son until just the right time.